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by Glenn Currier

Last night I raged
against the quarterback
for his ineptitude
and interceptions.

I called him names
bad names his mother
would kill me over
especially his mother.

I roiled and preboiled
my innards by entering
the pregame shows
in the political arena.

Now my brush
with adrenaline highs
faded and fated to return
another Sunday.

09/21/2009

Posted on 09/21/2009
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/21/09 at 06:26 PM

Good write Glenn. But for me it is always Saturday's game that makes me shiver. Nearly afraid to watch another loss. Although not yet this year, I know it will come. Ann Arbor just doesn't seem to be what it was in the 50's. But I still look ahead to see the maze and blue and hear "Hail to the Victors".

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/22/09 at 12:08 AM

oy vey. *rolling my eyes* Sorry, Glenn, I so can NOT relate....heheh.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/22/09 at 11:32 AM

Glenn, I know perfectly well this feeling of the flusters. I am sad or glad to say that I did not watch a down of that game to which you are referring. I have let sports in general wane and slide from my interest. I used to be a big Giants fan in my day, but then something bigger than you or I took over the sports world. and I cannot escape it, it is in every bar i frequent, tenfold more that it deserves. Sorry to say, I have fumbled the whole notion of sports, and I am sick to death of the sports overload. Don't give me a forward pass or a lateral to love, I say nay to that, but Give me a woman to love and I will be contented forevermore.

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